The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The train groans against the iron rails, a sound that vibrates in your teeth and settles deep in the marrow of your bones. You sit in the corner of the carriage, the wool of your greatcoat itching against your skin, while the windows blur the gray English countryside into a smear of mud and dead leaves. It is November, 1914. The air inside the car is thick with the smell of wet wool, tobacco...

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